Travis's parents are New York Philharmonic musicians. They take a year's sabbatical with the Munich Philharmonic and take Travis to Germany with them. In a new country in the summer without friends nearby, 14-year-old Travis takes to a bicycle and thinks of the sexuality of a boy turning into a man. His parents give him no attention. His violin teacher, Werner, is happy to give him attention, pointing out that the German age of consent is 14. Then farmer Gerhard gives him attention too.
At 14, Danny should have aged out to a work program in the 1870s from Eli Phillips's Iowa farm orphanage, but Eli takes too much sexual pleasure from the boy. While Eli is absent, his wife, Sarah, sells Danny to male brothel suppliers Meachem and Grant to take Danny west. Danny's goal is California, so he willingly goes with them and serves the men they sell his body to. Landing in Colorado, he's short of his goal, wanting to go to the coast and a man who will love and protect him.
Fourteen-year-old mulatto slave boy Sweet barely settles into the rice plantation, Riverside, up the Cooper River from Charleston, before his new master is dealing him to Charleston gambling house and male brothel owner Chance Drake to pay off a gambling debt.
Life was tough in the scratch-earth mountain valleys of the Colorado Rockies in the years following the Civil War. They were unbearable when the father of a small family had died—and even more so when the wife is Lakota and the son a half-breed. But the fourteen-year-old son, Cigala—Little One—is beautiful and sexually desirable to men. Where there is such an opportunity, there is always a way.
A boy genius decides it would be good to be king. He sets about making it so. While he is an ABSOLUTE monarch, he is not a sadist. In fact, his favorite activity is helping pretty girls reach orgasm. He applies his scientific mind to making his kingdom a good place to live.
NOTE: This story is not about zoophilia. It is a tongue-in-cheek reference to using Animal Husbandry techniques to breed a better human.
We lived in the countryside. The nearest village was more than fifty kilometers away. The family consists of my parents, Mary, Averell, my three brothers William, Jack and Joe and me, the youngest Jeanne. My brothers are all older than me and they were often very unpleasant when I was still a young teenager.
What would make a sophisticated, well-educated American man in his early thirties take a job running coffee and cinnamon plantations in rural East Timor for a Portuguese export house? It couldn't be because the age of consent for teenage boys there is fourteen, could it?